Monday, September 8, 2014

FW 1.68h --Jarl carrying on--

1.68a:
It was of a night, late, lang time agone, in an auldstane eld, when Adam was delvin...1.68b:
and Jarl van Hoother had his burnt head high up in his lamphouse, laying cold hands on himself...1.68c:
And, be dermot, who come to the keep of his inn only the niece-of-his-in-law, the prankquean...1.68d:
And spoke she to the dour in her petty perusienne: Mark the Wans, why do I am alook alike...1.68e:
And Jarl van Hoother warlessed after her with soft dovesgall: Stop deef stop come back to my earin...1.68f:
And the prankquean went for her forty years' walk in Tourlemonde and she washed the blessings...1.68g:
So then she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again at Jarl van Hoother's...1.68h:
And Jarl von Hoother had his baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt, shaking warm hands...1.68i:
And the prankquean nipped a paly one and lit up again and redcocks flew flackering from the hillcombs...1.68k:
So her madesty a forethought set down a jiminy and took up a jiminy and all the lilipath ways...1.68l:
And there was a wild old grannewwail that laurency night of starshootings somewhere in Erio...1.68m:
So then she started raining, raining, and in a pair of changers, be dom ter, she was back again...1.68n:
And Jarl von Hoother had his hurricane hips up to his pantrybox, ruminating in his holdfour stomachs...1.68o:
And the prankquean picked a blank and lit out and the valleys lay twinkling. And she made her wittest...1.68p:
For like the campbells acoming with a fork lance of lightning, Jarl von Hoother Boanerges himself...1.68q:
in his broadginger hat and his civic chollar and his allabuff hemmed and his bullbraggin soxangloves...1.68r:
And he clopped his rude hand to his eacy hitch and he ordurd and his thick spch spck for her to shut...1.68s:
And they all drank free. For one man in his armour was a fat match always for any girls under shurts...1.68t:
Saw fore shalt thou sea. Betoun ye and be. The prankquean was to hold her dummyship and the jimminies...

FDV: "And Sir Howther had his heels down in his cellarmalt and his little jiminy, Hilary and his dummy were on the watercloth, kissing & spitting." →
"And Sir Howther had his heels drowned in his cellarmalt shaking {warm} hands with himself and his little jimmy, Hilary and his dummy were on the tearsheet of the cashel, wringing & coughing in their first infancy."

And Jarl van Hoother had his baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt,

VI.B16.107: 'Ʌ shakes hands with self' (John McCormack, His Own Life Story65: of William Rathborne, a competitor in the Feis Ceol: 'I saw him take his left hand in his right and press it with congratulatory fervor... that act of Rathborne's of shaking hands with himself on his assumed victory struck me as a trifle previous')